Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well.

A cynic might suggest as the motto of modern life this simple legend-"just as good as the real.

There is life in the ground; it goes into the seeds and also when it is stirred up goes into the man who stirs it.

Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well.

The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the latest. Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure. Fondness for the ground comes back to a man after he has run the round of pleasure and business, eaten dirt, and sown wild oats, drifted about the world, and taken the wind of all its moods. The love of digging in the ground (or of looking on while he pays another to dig) is as sure to come back to him, as he is sure, at last, to go under the ground, and stay there.

Lettuce is like conversation; it must be fresh and crisp, so sparkling that you scarcely notice the bitter in it.

It is only the fools who keep straining at high C all their lives.